You died in the warm night, in the cold season of autumn The rain when the rain was crying, dear What a strange homeland in your eyes Die for you, tell you why your hand is in your heart? Beautiful! Heres one like you full of the night One is crying for you Now your eyes are not raining again But there is one here that has not gone from
When your rain is raining, I dont want to cry I dont like you I dont want to be rainfall I dont want to get it again I dont want the loneliness to sleep I dont want your home to be a house when it takes you to get you? Who except me?
